Arizona weekly enterprise., 1887-04-09
AN AUTUMN IDYL.

AN AUTUMN EDYL.
 A yellow, September morning had risen over the blue waters of the Chan nel r of in the distance tue glanc- ing of the white caps revealed stiff breeze; up the slope of the yellow, crink- iy sands in front. the foamy surges crept with soft sound and Alice Aylmer stopped a moment at the door of the old ruined lighthouse to talk with David Neill, the boatman.
 'Another artist?h said she. "At Pol rcvanP Oh, why can't they keep away?" 'l suppose, 1n $, said David, with shrcwd shrug of the shoulders. as he went on cauiking the seams of his bat tered old boat "thcy thinE it's a slightly place. I've many time wished ceuld paint myself when I've been out on the bay, of a noony night, or betwyf day and dawn. whea the sky was all pinky red, and tho mOrmn' star a-shinin' like lamp over the old lighthouse top. But l hadn't never no talent thlt way," he added p.tA Ugh
 '.Is it famous artistP'' Alice asked wisifully.
 O.d David shook his head.
 There you have me. agin." said he. T dunno much aboot them things. His name is Esterlieid, and he ain't bad looking.
 "Ohl' said Alice. The husband of that cross invalid at the .Polrevan Arms pity hin!' she added with q sigh.
 So sbe went on up the winding stone stairway 10 tue little Iantern-chamber, lx-h al-n b.,l f..a,, promptu studio.
 Alice Aylmer loved srt with genuine love, and she put all her soul into the glowing little pictures that she sketcned on the cOnch-shels and bits of floating spar and stones washed into perfect ovals by the restless ebb and flow of the tide.
 Each of them was a little gem in it's way. and as they were sold, one by one. to the fine ladies aud languid invalids at the hotel, it gave Alice a secret pang 10 part with every one
 But it was her bread-winner. that delicate taste of hers in color perspec- tive and line. Farmer Aylmer was old and feeble, and it pleased Alice to think that she was helping the kind grand father who had been all the parent that she had ever known.
 Up to this time she had had no rival in this special line of art, and she was little amazed when old David announced the appearance of this new artist on the. field of action.
 Bat if he has an invalid wife to sup port, can't so much blame him." she thought Poor fellow! Everyone has trials in this world, so far as I can see!'
 When she came out of the lighthouse at noon, she saw young man sitting on the keel of David Neill's upturned boat, and talking with this sturdy toiler of the sea.
 Here's the gentleman I was tellin ye bout, Miss Alice. said David, with 2 simple ceremony ofintroduction. "Mr Esieriield. this is our Miss Alice"
 Mir. Esterficld took vii his broad-brim- med hat and bowed courteously
 ''l am told that your family owns this picturesque old ruin" said he, inclin- ing his head towards the lighthouse
 ''Yes, said Alice.
 ''I should like to rent it for a studio"
 '1 already use it as studio" said Alice stiflly
 Indeed! Then" said he. you are the young lady who paints those little eonch-shells and smooth stones. They are very pretty indeedI'
 Alice bowed with conscious pride.
 That room mp there would be q glorious studio said Mr. Estersield. longirgly. Couldn't you give me easel room there? think the sight of the sea and tue sound of the breakers would inspire me.
 .sI howe mn ,,,or., s,,a.a +l,o,, I ,,,,-.,,lf need 10 occupy" saiG Alice, more frig- idly than before.
 Was it not bad enough for this pat ronizing artist to come here at all, poaching 50 to speak-on her manor, but he must even want to crowd her out of her solitary tower of refuge? This was certainly the height of presump- iion
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